SKY’S POV
I found out someone had been watching us the way you find out ice has cracked underneath you — not from a warning, but from the sudden absence of something that used to be solid.
Amira’s assistant, a young guy named Trevor who scheduled her sessions and kept the office running, stopped me in the hallway before Thursday’s appointment, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Your session got moved,” he said.
“Dr. Frank asked me to let you know. Different room today. Conference room B instead of her office.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know the details. Just following instructions.” He shifted his weight, uncomfortable. “A second person is sitting in. Someone from HR. Observational only, they said.”
I stood there a second, feeling something settle cold in my chest that had nothing to
